The Shake that Shakes You

Being a food lover, one of my favorite things to do is to explore new and different places to eat.

It was a hot day here in the States so I went round and round and found myself at Goode Company Taqueria.

One of my friend told me about their To-Die-For Pecan Pie so I thought it'd be a great time to have that for tea time.

While waiting for it, I saw Chocolate Cinnamon Shake on their menu and decided to try it.

Oh. My. God.

It is TO DIE FOR.

I am officially addicted to it, regardless of how many calories it adds to my body.

I think its worth every single calorie.
Oh noms noms.

XY. (Yellow)

Your skin..
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful.

Do you know?
You know.
For you, I'd bleed myself dry.

For you I bleed myself dry.

Ticking Time Bomb

Sudah lama aku biarkan kau.
Bukan aku lupa, tidak.
Tidak sama sekali.

Cuma, kadang-kadang, aku jadi buntu.
Akan apa yang boleh aku tulis di sini.
Tanpa hiraukan akibatnya.

You know?
Some things are better left unsaid, is it really?

But how much can you take before you explode with all the words in your head and all the locked emotions in your heart?

Maka, tunggu dan lihat.

The Difference.

It's not that I can't.

It's just I won't.
And don't want to.

Crystal clear?

Figure It Out.

For a thousand times, I found myself asking "Why? Why?"

Note To Self.

You are depressing. LMAO.

The Absence of Words.

I envy those who could write every single thing in their life, especially their lowest, darkest and saddest moments, so freely and openly for everyone to read. I sallute them.
I can never do the same.

I've started writing in my journal again.
My physical journal.
With an actual pen.

My pen write words I simply can never share through the soft clicks of a keyboard, publicly.
My journal keeps my soul, sane.

FootNote: And one of the things I despise the most, is when the uninvited invades a journal. 9Gag Bitch Please face.

Footnote.

If I was a color, I'd be black.

The Between

My best friend told me something rather fascinating today.

She said few years ago, reading my writings, she realized there was a bundle of happiness in between the lines.

And somehow, someway, nowadays, all she can read in between my words are the unwritten explanation of things sometimes needs more than an educated guess to figure.

Those are my words, really.

All she said was "Eh Apsal sekarang you punya blog dah tak happy macam dulu?"
I have a way of making simple things, complicated.

LOL.

The Nothingness of Nothing.

If I could tell you every thing that needs to be told,
Sing you every song that needs to be sang,
Write you every story that needs to be written,
Drink, dance, eat, sleep, play and touch,
I would.

One day,
I will.